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This is for my killas that shoot
Con cigarillos while ride out to the club
To get their on, to get their creep on
To get drink on, to get their smoke on

is for my killas that shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos while they ride out to the
To get their freak on, to get creep on
To get their on, to get their smoke on

up, all the homies bang
Round up all the locs, high as the sky
Smash and mash your body, another day
Real high until your ain't reached for the sky
This quarter pound of bomb, a quarter of bud
'Cause I'm from thangs ain't never gonna change
So fuck where you

Semi-automatic shotgun a herb
When I trip then, then unload the
Not giving a fuck is the
Bitches and swallow, we bust hallows
And I'm to launch off the hallow heads nigga
Hit the liquor for sure right after I unload the forty-four

This is for my killas that tequilla
Con cigarillos they ride out to the club
To get their freak on, to get creep on
To get their drink on, to get their on

This is for my that shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos while they out to the club
To get their freak on, to get creep on
To get their drink on, to get their on

Whether mathematical, actual dollar make a nigga feel bigger
Cap pealer for the soldiers, have a nigga feel
And gift from a sweet lick to a cheap trick
All a get 'cause it get rich

Overnight to the top, first class
Miss Lady got a nice ass, fast as you to be
just follow me, I'm a southwest G
Team Kurupt

Straight giving a fuck, I make a tick know what's up
Blowin' up, finish up I bust a nut
I'm in girl's guts screaming, keepin' her feining
Had to put on my team, dreaming

Mack-a-jack the checkered flag
all bad, make me mad
So be the first to blast, Miss

This is for my killas shoot tequilla
Con while they ride out to the club
To get their freak on, to get creep on
To get their drink on, to get their on

This is for my killas that tequilla
Con cigarillos while they out to the club
To get their freak on, to get creep on
To get their drink on, to get smoke on

We organized the killings, be playin' the plots
around here, you will get shot
Me and my motherfucking homeboys run the
Pop, pop one of they drop

I told niggas never come around here
'Cause motherfuckers don't pump no fear
nobody hard whether the day to dark
Like the fourth of July the candles spark

knew what I wanted to see
And that's having paper, next to G's
nothing but killers hanging with me
Blast any who steppin' left to me

So soon we'll take your shit, your ass, fuck your bitch
Never thought it would but it did, you trick
Y'all niggas fuck with this

This is for my killas that shoot
Con cigarillos they ride out to the club
To get their on, to get their creep on
To get their drink on, to get smoke on

This is for my killas that tequilla
Con while they ride out to the club
To get freak on, to get their creep on
To get their drink on, to get their on